my betters stand century, regarding every inch of me below them and i sigh…
the relief of their preeminence, their everything better than me, always being
faithful, seeing without accusation, knowing without words, rendering without movement
except for the sway sighs occasional, a hymn of ages linking cords of light and dirt
the above and below granting us all the grace to keep going…
i stand in awe of such company, and the sweetest one, boldly human,
lingering long enough to look up, partake and share.
J. Ruth Kelly 
They communicate with each other and offer solace to us other sentient beings nearby.
When I was younger, I hung out with the infant tree. Army Airborne!
Now I see them as part and parcel of my family tree!
Michael J, Philadelphia tree hugger
So, you’ve stood century in a number of ways 🙂 Trees do communicate with each other and, I feel, to all of us or maybe our being present in their murmurings simply provides comfort. Here’s to a world of trees and tree huggers…
Trees are dear friends. Your “the sweetest one” brought tears. I love your humanity woman!
Love you sister… Glad you caught the sweetest one reference… In this instance I’m including him in the trees in the picture and he’s the sweetest tree and one of my betters…as are all of my children.